The Vampire: Ed

The battle between Blight, and Damien raged on with intensity, both men trying to up the other one in a show down of vampiric dominance. Their swords clashed against each other sending a flurry of sparks through the air, and sounds of steel ringing loudly. Damien side steps an attack then follows up with his own, however both men seem to know each others every move. Damien couldn't understand it, but he had the distinct feeling that he had meant this vampire, Blight, before. He must have had many of battles with him to know him as well as he does, but at the same time is still in the dark about his identity and acquaintance to himself. Their swords vibrate violently with each strike, but suddenly they lock up looking each other in the eyes. Blight laughs, and begins to speak to Damien as their swords continued to grind into each other. "Just like old times, eh Damien? Wait, you still don't remember much....so that means you probably don't remember that many of your own abilities." Blight started laughing mockingly. "What the hell are you babbling on about? WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" Damien yelled in annoyance as he shoved Blight back and broke the lock up. Damien charged forward thrusting his sword in Blight's direction, suddenly the sword plunged through Blight but it didn't stop there. Damien's whole hand went through, then followed his body as well. Stumbling over Damien fell onto his hands, and knees confused. "What's going on?" Damien said to himself as he looked back seeing Blight's image fading away. Suddenly, Damien feels a sharp pain running through his back all the way through to his abdomen. Looking between his arms planted firmly in the soil, Damien could see Blight's sword plunged through him penetrating the ground. Letting out a ghastly roar of pain Damien collapsed allowing his body to touch the ground, he could feel the blade slicing deeper with each move he made. As Damien's blood began to flow profusely, he could hear Blight's cackling laughter hovering over him. Damien's grasp on his own sword loosened enough for Blight to kick it away leaving him totally defenseless. Blight crouched down before Damien slowly twisting his blade deeper into Damien's spine as he began to speak. "Poor Damien. You're even more so lost then I could have imagined, you can't even remember your own capabilities. Seemingly, I guess you have forgotten mine as well. It was probably just your instincts that allowed you to remember my style with a sword, but sadly it failed to remind you about my mirage trick." Blight once again laughed mockingly at Damien as grunts of pain escaped through his gritted teeth. Damien's only reply was a bit stifled, yet clearly understandable. "Go to hell!" "Aww....that's not a nice thing to say." Blight said sarcastically as he twisted the blade once more, then laughed in Damien's face. Suddenly, Damien's eyes turned a bright red and he somehow shot up pulling away from Blight at the same time hitting him with a right hand knocking him back so hard that he flipped once and landed on his stomach face down in the dirt. Breathing heavily Damien stared at Blight attempting to get up, and just as he did he shown off his face covered in blood and dirt sticking to his face. Four slash marks are now present on Blight's left cheek, both men look surprised but then Blight just smiles and remarks. "It seems you're starting to remember some of the other basics." Damien looks down toward his right hand seeing that his fingers were now tipped with claws, and his left hand had began to grow it's finger nails out into sharp claws of it's own. Using his hands on the sides of Blight's sword he was able to push the blade back out of his body, and too his surprised his own wound began to heal itself. Holding Blight's sword Damien sneered at him with a rage unseen as of yet in Damien. "So now you're going to use that sword on me? I have no weapon, how is that fair?" Blight stated sounding falsely troubled. Damien shot a quick look to the sword, then tossed it aside and stretched out his fingers as he got into a battle stance. Blight's eyes seemingly grew wide with surprise, then he spoke again. "Wait...you're not going to? You certainly have changed. Now you're some goody goody chump, huh?" "Shut up, and fight." Damien snapped fiercely at Blight. Blight simply shrugged his shoulders and replied. "Hand to hand combat? Fine. Time to get down, and dirty." Their battle would continue.

Each of the heroes, minus Damien whom was still absent, watched in horror as the old witch, Kyras, was killed by the deadly beam from the angel. The force field was shattered, and the battle begun. Inside the cabin Damien still slept sitting up against the wall, his slumber had been so peaceful it was hard for him to awaken especially with this only being his second time sleeping in a year. Normally in this state a loud boom could not stir him, but the dead of the witch sent tremors in his soul. He was able to sense someone's demise, and had awoken suddenly. His fangs begin to grow, and his eyes flash a blood reddish color as he leaps off the bed in a flash grabbing his sword as he dashes towards the front door. As he reaches the door he rams it open again with his shoulder coming out to a battle in progress. Damien watches as one attacks Kiria, but she surprises him with her own power. The attacker known as Blight grows inward, but soon returns a smile to Kiria. Suddenly, his wounded cheek begins to seal itself shut before her eyes, and his broken bone mends itself. "What the hell?" Kiria exclaims as Blight opens his mouth showing off a pair of fangs. Damien stoops in his tracks watching, and mutters "A vampire..." under his breath. Blight snickers at Kiria's disbelief, and dashes at her once more. She snaps out of his surprised state, and attempts to counter Blight once more. But he seemingly disappears mid-dash as Kiria leapt at him once more, she falls to the ground immediately looking around. Just as Kiria attempts to get up she feels a sharp crushing pain in her injured leg, and looked back seeing Blight stepping on it. She struggled to pull herself free, but the pain was too intense. Kiria then attempted to swipe at him with her dagger again, but he caught her arm and pulled the dagger away from her. Blight smiles evilly at Kiria, and simply says "Time to die girl." Raising Kiria's dagger above his head Blight prepares to end her life, but it was not to happen. Something had hit Blight at an alarming speed sending him back to the ground rolling several times, as Kiria watches Blight smash through a couple trees her dagger is brought back down in front of her face. She turns seeing Damien looking down at her, and he speaks "I believe this is yours." Kiria accepts the return of her dagger, and slowly gets to her feet. "Thanks. Damn leg. If it weren't bothering me I would have been able to take him." Kiria says sounding a bit disappointed. Damien stares out into the pile of broken trees, and replies. "Well, it's not over. But I'll take it from here. He is a vampire, and with that leg of yours, you can't match speed nor strength with him. It would be best if I took this one, you should help the others as best you can." The trees suddenly move apart, and Blight stands up cracking his neck staring a hole through Damien. Kiria uses her staff as a crutch and gets out of their paths to help the others with their foes. Blight shrugs off the dirt, and casually walks back towards Damien. Along the way Blight retrieves his own sword, and stands before Damien smirking at him. "What the hell are you smiling about?" Damien questions Blight abrasively. Blight snickers, and finally replies "It's just strange seeing you again, Damien. You don't remember me, do you?" Damien begins looking puzzled, and begins questioning Blight "Remember you? Should I? Who are you?" Blight laughs at the question, and simply replies "The name's Blight. That's all you need to know for now, but let's test you out first." Blight brings his sword upwards attempting to impale Damien upon his blade, but Damien counter withdrawing his own sword to deflect Blight's attack. From above Dameon watches and speaks to himself "So it begins."

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Sniglefager [/i] [B]well, if I was a mod, I would do that. That won't hurt my chances of becoming one, will it? [/B][/QUOTE] No, but a name like Sniglefager will....

Heh, great work with that Duck Tales one.

Damien watched Nepenthe sleeping soundly, all thought it pained him that she could not love him he was happy to have her companionship whatever she was to him. Damien began to run his fingers through, and over Nepenthe's hair just as she did for him when he slept in her arm back in the cemetery. Slowly his own eyelids became heavy as he began to fall asleep, he leaned his head back against the wall and drifted to sleep. His dreams came once more, the spirits returned to him in his slumber. Many of them still place a blame upon his head, but others slowly began to change their own opinions over him having witness his interaction with his mother. Damien pleads with many of the spirits for their forgiveness, none are fully convinced of his change of heart and put off any forgiveness they could offer him until they witness more good deeds from him. "You must prove yourself to them before you can be forgiven by any of them." A voice said, in fact the same voice he had heard in his previous dream. Damien looked for a face to match with the voice, but there seemed to be none that seem to be speaking. "I will. I won't let any of you down now. It is my duty to make up for my crimes by helping to save this planet." Damien yells. The spirits all then begin to disappear leaving his dream, and for the first time they let him sleep peacefully without interfering with his slumber.

Damien held the glass of wine out in front of him, and swirled it staring at the red liquid. Damien brought the glass to his mouth, and drank it down just as quickly as Nepenthe did. Damien stared at the empty glass before him tinted red from the small droplets left over, then he returned his gaze upon Nepenthe. She smiled at him with her eyes half way shut, Damien could only assume one of two things. Either she was tired, or she was just drunk. Damien figured she hadn't had enough to drink to officially be drunk, so he assumed she was just tired from their tiresome day. Reaching past Nepenthe, Damien grabbed his pillow and fluffed it a bit then placed on his lap as he leaned back against the wall next to the bed. "You look tired. Lay down, and get some rest. We'll keep each other company for the night." Damien said as he patted the pillow. Nepenthe smiles and lays her head down on the pillow resting her legs on the bed. "Don't try anything, or my golems will kick your ***." Nepenthe said as she yawned, and laughed simultaneously. "Don't worry, I don't bit......er....nevermind." Damien said with a laugh of his own, as Nepenthe looked up at him with drowsy eyes. "Thankfully, you're good looking. Because your jokes suck." Nepenthe replied laughing again, but Damien joined in laughing too. "It seems so new to me, and I never thought it could feel so great." Damien says out of no where. Nepenthe raised an eyebrow in her sleepy state, and replied grinning. "What exactly are you talking about?" Damien rolled his eyes realizing he'd just walked into that one. "I mean...happiness. It's been absent for so long, that it feels completely new to me." Damien said smiling down at Nepenthe. "I'm happy to hear that." Nepenthe replied placing her hand on Damien's cheek. "Well, it's all thanks to you. Thank you for everything." Damien said staring deeply into her eyes, then he leaned down and kissed her lips softly. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity they broke the kiss, and Nepenthe stared up at Damien wide eyed with surprise not expecting Damien to do such a thing. It wasn't the look Damien was hoping for, he then felt maybe by doing it at this time went too far.

Personally, I think this was very funny. Now, Kevin about that little no life joke....weren't you the one who managed to finish Smackdown! Shut Your Mouth in about three days? :D

Personally, I thought little of this game. It was too short, and too easy. I collected all of the Dalmatians, the Winnie the Poo pages, beat all of the extra bosses, got all of the Ansem reports or whatever they're called. In one run. I thought it was just an average game, and competing against the likes of Final Fantasy X, Suikoden III, etc... Kingdom Hearts doesn't stand up to the hype. This is just my opinion though, so KH fans don't need to take offence.

Kryas announced that the food was prepared, and now waiting for them in the dinning room. Each of them exited their rooms, or moved from where ever they were into the dinning room to see a feast. A feast that looked fit for a king, hell make that a kingdom. Nepenthe licked her lips upon hearing Kryas call, and Siren did the same as she dashed from the room towards the dinning room. Nepenthe shook her head, and laughed at Siren's apparently hunger. As Nepenthe left her room, and made her way down the hall a hand made it's way out of the a darkened room grasping Nepenthe's arm firmly, but delicate at the same time. Nepenthe turned seeing that it was Damien's room, then the door opened slowly until light shown off Damien's face. "You know I could have taken your hand off for that." Nepenthe said with a smirk on her face, but Damien just nodded and surpringly smiled in return as he replied. "Yes, I know. Sorry, for uh....well you probably all ready knew it was me anyway. So, just sorry I guess." Damien stood in his doorway staring at Nepenthe without even noticing it, she had him hypnotized with just a smile. Nepenthe cleared her throat waking Damien from his day dream, and questions him. "Is there something you wanted?" "Oh, sorry." Damien said looking away laughing lightly, then continued. "Actually, I just wanted to apologies to you for the way I've been acting. I know I shouldn't have lied, but...well I'm sure you've all ready figured out what I've tried hiding from you tonight. You're too clever too be fool...Anyway, I wanted to also say that I appreciate everything you've done for me, and the company you've given me. Uhh...I guess...that's all I could think of. Still trying to get use to this whole social thing." Damien stood there for a moment, then spoke again just as Nepenthe was turning to head to the dinning room. "Sorry, to keep you waiting for your meal. But I also wanted to say, that no matter how others feel about you....I'll always care about you." Nepenthe, and Damien seemed to blush simultaneously, then Damien quickly tried to finish what he had to say before he further embarrassed himself. "Uhh...Well, you're probably starving. You go and eat." "Wait. What about you?" Nepenthe quickly asked. Damien just tilted his head abit and spoke. "Eh..I'm actually not hungry. I'll just rest a little longer. Hurry, go and eat before it gets cold." Nepenthe nods, waves, and walks down the hall into the dinning room. Meanwhile Damien slumps back into the room closing the door, and laying down on the bed. "Damien, you sounded like an idiot..." He thought to himself laying in his bed.

Well, I personally don't think a Jokes and Riddles forum is necessary. I don't think a mod, or admin would have a problem with a Jokes and Riddles thread if people just kept their posts clean. But I'm not totally sure on that. Also, just to let you know. This should have been posted in the Suggestions & Feedback forum.

I've only heard one song of their's, it being the one they made for the WWE's Chris Benoit. Ugh, I can't seem to remember the name of it though. Oh, wait, just remembered it's called "Whatever" by Our Lady Peace. Awesome song. But I can't judge them on one song alone, so until I hear more from them I can't give you a definite opinion on them.

Gambit was my favorite as well. He's still one of my all time favorite characters. I liked the attitude most of all, but he just looked so damned cool too. The long brown trench coat, the way his eyes looked, those awesome gloves...pretty much everything was cool about Gambit. I like his ability to charge things with kinetic energy and blow them up.

After Nepenthe left the room Damien rolled over staring at the ceiling, his eyes closed tightly as a growl slithered from between his lips. Suddenly, his eyes shot open and he rolled over sliding out of bed then onto his feet in such an unbelievable quick motion. With his rage boiling over he grabbed a chair from the table side and threw it against the wall. Strangely the chair made no sound, nor did it damage the wall. For some reason his memory of that event was wiped clean, but now he remembered it so clearly. Damien fell to his knee, and grabbed his head as spoke as if someone else was in the room. "Mother....you lied to me...." Damien hissed angrily at himself, then he suddenly felt as if someone was standing at his side. A hand made it's way to his shoulder, and Damien looked back seeing spirit of a woman who seemed to have died in her early forties. A bloody tear formed in Damien's eye, and ran down his face with a single word reveal the woman's identity. "Mother...." Damien rose to his feet quickly as the woman smiled warmly at her son, but Damien had but only one question on his mind. "Why? Why did you hide the truth from me? Why could I not remember that day?" She looked slightly upset, but answered in a soft motherly tone. [b][i]"I had to protect you, Damien. I don't know how it happened, but you lost your memory. You wandered the earth looking for answers about your past, so I appear before you and gave you a past that should have happened."[/i][/b] Damien's mother replied sounding full of sorrow herself. Damien pursued the issue. "If I lost my memory, then tell me now. What really happened? I think I am capable of handling it." His mother nodded agreeing with Damien, then began to tell the story of what really happened. [b][i]"We never were made to leave the village, I raised you there and all though the rest of the village knew you were different...they cared for you as if you were family yourself. You were always such a good child, your vampiric nature was never brought to the surface....not until that day. A group of thieves ransacked the village, and they attempted to rape me. But you were there to protect me. You lifted a knife and stabbed the man holding me down, and when the blood began to escape his wound....that when it all changed. The blood did something to you, seeing it drove you insane."[/i][/b] Damien listened closely while looking disgusted, and saddened. His mother paused for a moment then continued. [b][i]"You tore into him like a wild animal tearing at his flesh, and drinking his blood the whole time. The thieves watched in horror, and attempted to escape....but that would not be happening. Your first taste of blood changed you, and you slaughtered them all right at the center of town. The villagers all looked on then you turned on them as well, you took the leader of the thieves sword, which you still posses, and began to kill off everyone in the village. I myself was shocked, and confused. I assumed that being your mother would be enough to calm you, but....I was wrong. You killed me just as easily as you killed the others. You weren't the same Damien I had raised. All though you were half vampire, I never thought that suppressing your nature would be so dangerous."[/i][/b] Damien fell onto his back, and crawled into the darkest corner of the room. "I am a murderer. I murdered my own mother, and the people who cared about me. I am sorry, mother....I see now the spirits were right...I deserve to die." Damien said sobbingly reaching for his sword with the thought of ending his own life. [b][i]"NO!"[/i][/b] His mother screamed at him, then continued speaking. [b][i]"No, it wasn't your fault. A child of vampiric nature must be fed blood as an infant, and up to get their urges under control. But I did not think it was necessary, I thought I could raise you like a normal child and hide the fact that were indeed part vampire. By doing so your first taste drove you insane, and from that day forward you would kill anything that moved just for a taste of blood. Somehow, you lost your memories of that life. Because of this your thirst for blood was now under control without having to remember the things you've done. So I came to you and showed you a false past. One of which that should have happened, but it was my fault."[/i][/b] Damien could hardly bear what he was hearing, but now he could remember that part of his past clearly. With the loss of his memory, his entire attitude changed. No longer was he so psychotic, but rather just a quite and gentle soul. One whom never wanted to harm another innocent being. [b][i]"I don't know much about your gift, Damien. But I do know that it works both ways. The village always had good fortune when you were there, but those thieves changed that all. I think killing all of those people somehow polluted you, and from that day forward your gift of good fortune turned bad. Thus it became a curse to many, including yourself. I think you need to face your past, and make amends for what you've done before you can be free of this curse. Damien, this is your chance. Help the ones you travel with, help them save this world. In doing so, you will save yourself and put the souls of those whom died by your hand to rest. The woman, Nepenthe, she understands you. Do not take her for granted. Do not take any of your new allies for granted."[/i][/b] Damien's mother spoke sounding sure of her son's strength. Damien looked to her fading image, and slowly stood up. "What is happening?" Damien's mother looked up, then back to Damien. [b][i]"They're calling me. Facing your past tonight with me has freed my spirit. I can finally move on. Good bye, my son. I love you."[/i][/b] Damien extended his hand as if reaching for her as she ascended towards the ceiling then finally disappearing, Damien's eyes went back to the floor. "Rest in peace, mother...and thank you."

Damien sat silently aside Nepenthe, he seemed to be quite confused about what he had seen in the mirror. Nepenthe watched his face as he dwelled deeply upon the scene which now played over in his own mind, sadly Nepenthe could not even read his thoughts at this moment. Somehow he was able to keep this to himself, but instead Nepenthe decided to try the old fashion way. "What's wrong? What did you really see?" Nepenthe asked curiously, but received no reply not instantly at least. Damien just looked at Nepenthe and tilted his head seeing she was waiting for an answer. "I did see my mother....but it was just not what I expected. I seen the village of which I was born, and it was being destroyed by someone. I seen my mother running up to this person trying to persuade them to halt their attack, but that did not happen. This person struck her down slaying her on the spot as my village burned to the ground." Nepenthe sighed, and shook her head as she replied. "I had no idea. I'm sorry. It is such a terrible way to lose a loved one, at the hands of a lunatic of that nature." "But that's just it....I don't remember that at all. I remember my mother raising me away from that village in the forest to escape percussion for my curse. I remember her growing old and dying. I remember burring her, then simply walking away. But after that I don't remember much about my life, and I certainly don't remember the event that I witnessed in that mirror." Damien said sounding frustrated. Nepenthe raised an eyebrow confused herself. "That is strange." was all Nepenthe could say. After a few moments of silence, Nepenthe spoke again. "Did you happen to see the perpetrator of this act?" Damien coughed seeming startled by the question, and spoke with a low tone. "No...too dark..." Damien answer sounding dishonest. Nepenthe closed her eyes, and shook her head looking a bit upset. "Damien, I am not that easily fooled. You're not one to be dishonest, and when you try to do so. It doesn't come out right. So why don't you tell me the truth?" "The truth? Nepenthe, the truth is much more of a lie then it seems. It has to be....if it is not then....forget it. It's just better left alone." Damien replied as he stood up, and walked over the bed in the room, he laid down and looked at Nepenthe announcing that he was going to rest his eyes then turned onto his side facing the wall away from Nepenthe. Nepenthe just stared at Damien unhappy with his choice to lie to her, but at the sametime understanding that it may be even more then he could handle.

Sounds good, go ahead and do that. That'd look cool.

-Name: The Vampire: Ed -Magic Type: Dark -type: Dead (I guess) -picture: If you could, I would like a mixture of my current avatar with the picture in my attachment below. -Special Attacks: Plastic Fang Attack - The Vampire: Ed climbs onto an enemy, and bites the living crap out of them with his plastic fangs. Pizza Table Barrage! - The Vampire: Ed summons the worlds supply of pizza tables to all come together, and ravage his opponent. Millions of pizza tables impale the enemy with their plastic table legs. -description: Rising from the ashes of a discarded shishcabob, it's The Vampire: Ed. The Vampire: Ed stalks the nights in search of helpless, three legged cows to quench his hunger. Ed also makes those little white tables you find in pizza boxes, and likes to pop bubble wrapping. He hopes to one day administer a dose of T[color=red]V[/color]E to everyone in the world.

[b]Who am I in my own mind?[/b] It's actually pretty funny, but Valick's own description pretty much describes myself perfectly. There are a few differences though. When I act crazy, and stupid to get a laugh. It's only when I'm among people I'm close to or at least know well enough. I usually won't act this way around strangers, or people I've only know for a short period of time. I also not actually trying to annoy anyone with my action either, I think it's just a way to try and make people feel a little better or happier. Valick's first, and third paragraphs are a perfect description of myself. [b]How do others see you?[/b] Most people are either afraid of me or just think I'm too strange to interact with. The reason being is that I am fairly big, a little over six foot, have long dark brown hair, wear mostly black in public, a long black trench coat, and leather fingerless gloves. Occasionally sunglasses to hide my eyes from people, because I quite honestly hate it when people look into my eyes. Don't know why, I just do. Well, anyway that's just my attire for keeping people from bothering me. But I'm constantly staring at the ground, and rarely acknowledge others around me. I'm ALWAYS silent, because I just hate talking to people. So with this description it's obvious that people think I'm not social, and I probably look like the type who's about to just snap and hurt someone for no reason at all. [b]How would I rather others see me?[/b] Quite honestly, I don't care. I don't care what people think about me, nor do I care if they dislike the way I dress. I have one true friend, he knows who he is, and I don't bother with people. It's the way I am, and I, for the most part, am happy with the way I am. The only thing I dislike about myself is that I am not social with the right people. Someone I may like, or most family members. Besides that I'm fine with the way I am.

I know the feeling, Darkness. Me and my friend had to walk to the local public library to use their computers. However, it wasn't so local for us. We had to walk miles upon miles to get there. We roughed it, seeing as there wasn't always a ride open to us.

Heh, Zidane take it from me, I know what I'm talking about from experience. Try to get off of these thoughts. They only dwell in your mind, and make you feel worse every passing day. I still to this day feel the same, and I don't think it's possible for me to pull my head out of those dark clouds. But I do not wish to see someone else begin to feel the same way, but thanks to the fact that everyone here at Otaku Boards love me. It makes me feel just that much better.

Yup, it's not a secret. Being sick sucks. I remember back when I was like ten I had managed to get a the flu, and I was setting new records in body temperatures. I felt like I was laying on a grill, and I constantly had to lay in a cold bath to keep it down. When not in a cold bath, I had to have several towels wrapped with ice on my head, chest, etc. It was pure hell. I threw up constantly, had stomach pains, head aches from coughing and sneezing none stop. I looked horrible. It may sound like the usual flu you'd get, but it was bad enough my parents thought I was going to die. Hmmm....sometimes I wonder if it really was that bad. [center][b]This has been The Vampire: Ed bringing you a daily does of T[color=red]V[/color]E![/b][/center]

[b]OOC: Sorry for not RPing here for a while, but I pretty much exhausted myself with my first RPs and used up most of my ideas right away instead of stretching it out like I should have. Anyway, no excuses. Just an apology. Sorry.[/b] The sun had risen, and it was morning. Sairo's journey would start this day. Diana awoke early, and quickly gotten out of bed to rush into the main room. There she watches as Sairo sleeps quietly in the chair he sat in the night before, his father's sword rests on his lap. It is a wonder that he didn't cut himself during the night. Diana had only known him shortly in his waken state, but grew to care for him greatly as she watched over him in his long slumber. Tears began to fill her eyes as she bit her lip to keep from crying out loud. Diana let Sairo sleep a little longer, and went to make tea for him so it would be ready by the time he would depart. Sairo began to stir as the smell of freshly made tea filled his nostrils, he awoke with sleepy eyes and blurry vision. Looking to the fire place a fire is blazing brewing the tea in a large pot, the fire shimmered on Diana's face in the dimly lit morning light. The flames shown Diana's beauty off to Sairo fully, he looked at her in a different way now. Before she was just the one whom looked after him, but now he had began to care for her as much as she cared for him. Suddenly, Diana turn looking at Sairo smiling and speaks trying to sound happy. "Good morning!" Diana filled a cup with tea, and approached Sairo to hand it to him. Sairo sat up, and accepted the tea replying with a "Good morning." of his own. As Sairo took a sip of his tea, a sniffle came from Diana as more tears built up. Sairo put the tea down on the table, and stood up taking Diana in his arms hugging her. He once again tried soothing her worries with the words "Everything will be okay. Shhh...don't cry." Diana looked up at him, and smiled as best she could replying "I believe you, but I still am concerned with your safety. I don't want you to go, but I know this is what you have to do. So, while you were sleeping I took it upon myself to gather a few things for your journey." Sairo smiled and thank Diana as she walked to a small closet in the corner of the room. Throwing it open she pulled out as dusty sack apparently fill with objects. "I retrieved these from the shack out back where I hid your sword. These belonged to my husband before Ganon murdered him. Your armor was rusted, and would have been useless to you. However, I remembered my husbands armor. You seem to be about the same size as he, and I knew it would fit you well." Diana said as she struggled to remove several pieces of armor all black with red trimming, and visa versa on some pieces. "Thank you, Diana. This will be quite useful." Sairo replied trying the armor on. Each piece seemed to fit perfectly, and seemed to be made just for him. Diana was indeed right, he was about the same size as he husband was. Fully suited, Sairo draped an old red, and black cape over his shoulders to complete the knightly look. Sairo's long white hair swung freely as he looked about at himself, and moved a bit to get a feel for the armor. "I feel as though this armor was meant for myself. Your husband and I must have had a lot in common." Sairo said. Diana nodded and replied with a quickly "He did." before turning and removing a few more items from the sack. She pulled out a hammer, a bomb bag obviously filled as well, and a hook shot. "These were also my husbands. He collected these things, I guess just as souvenirs. Well, except for the hammer. He used it to built this cabin, and I figured it would be useful to you if you need to make camp or something. Oh, and one more thing!" Diana said as she walked to the cabinet where she keeps various foods, and removes a bottle filled with a red liquid. "When you are injured, just use this and you will have your health restored. I hope this stuff will be of help to you in your journey." Diana said with more tears in her eyes. Sairo hugged her again, and spoke. "Thank you....for everything. I would have all ready been dead if it weren't for you, I all ready owe you my life. Please do not worry about me. I will hunt Ganon down, and end his reign of terror. Once my quest is over, I will return to you." "Do you really mean that?" Diana said crying against Sairo's chest. Sairo held her head and turned her face to look at his he smiled looking into her eyes and spoke. "I do. I promise to return to you." With that Sairo turned to leave, and Diana watched sobbingly as he opened the door and stepped out leaving her sight. Diana sat down in the chair looking exhausted, and spoke to herself. "Please, Sairo, be safe and return to me." Thus began Sairo's quest....

Damien stood at the back of the group as they entered the house, he eyed Kyras suspiciously as he walked pasted her. It seemed to be a rather rude thing for Damien to do, but Kyras just smiles and nods at him. Walking around the fairly large house Damien seen many works of art, and several curious relics. One of which was a small hand held mirror, it appeared to be nothing special, but Damien inspected it anyway. Looking into the mirror an image began to form showing some sort of scene, a shadowy figure is seen slaughtering a village. A sword is swung rapidly at the mobs of warrior trying to fend the being off, a thick fog of blood mist swirled around the air as each of them were slain quite easily. "What kind of sorcery is this? What am I seeing?" Damien thought to himself, he watch as the village was set ablaze by the being with a discarded torch still burning. Fire consumed the village, and all were lain dead. The fires reach unbelievable heights, and as the fire began to shed light onto the one responsible for this destruction Damien's eyes grew wide with shock. He shook slightly unable to look away, then suddenly slammed it down back onto the table it was found on. Breathing heavily Damien stepped back, and looked towards the others. Thankfully they had not noticed him as they were looking at the other wonders of the house, but Kyras approached Damien watching a bead of sweat roll down his face. "You seem troubled, what is the matter?" Kyras asked curiously. Damien shook his head being brought back to reality, he then looked at Kyras and replied. "What is this mirror?" "Ah, you are interested in the mirror. It's very mysterious no one really knows what it is meant to do. It show images, images of events that may or may not have happened all ready. Sometimes the things one sees in the mirror doesn't even happen. Some say it could be an alternate path we could have taken in life, or it is one still waiting to be taken in the future. Even what one feels in their own heart can been shown." Kyras answered sounding quite wise. Looking Damien in the face she could see fear, and asked something of him. "Did you see something disturbing in the mirror? You look troubled." Damien shook his head, and replied with a half hearted smile. "No, no...just a little surprised, that's all." "Why?" Kyras asked curiously. Damien looked away as if thinking, and turned looking back at the elderly woman, Kyras. "My mother...just seen her in the mirror. Haven't seen her since she died, umm....just a little surprised that's all..." Damien answer sound a bit dishonest, then continued. "Think I'll go and get some rest. I'll take this room behind me, thanks." Damien then seemingly rushed into the room, closed the door, and locked it behind himself. He then sat in the darkness of the room thinking of the images in the mirror, and what they meant. Who was it that Damien seen? Who could trouble him so greatly? From outside the door he heard the others talking, and deciding which room they were going to take. He heard the door knob turning on his door, but from the outside Kyras informed whoever it was that the room had been taken by Damien. He sat there in total silence as the night went on.

Hmmm....all though you tripped me in your other topic, and don't tolerate rude people. I'll reply to this. Just kidding. :) Anyway, maybe I am mistaken. But I think maybe it has something to do with your self image. [i]"I think therefore I am."[/i] could mean that you, to yourself, are what you think of yourself. Bah, I'm probably wrong. Don't mind me.

Well, I'm considered a newbie. But everyone here loves me. So I definitely don't think the older members attack the new guys all the time. But who knows, people are just drawn to a cool guy like me. [center][b]The has been The Vampire: Ed giving you a daily dose of T[color=red]V[/color]E![/b][/center]

Play your best. If your friend doesn't like that you are giving them your best, and it affects your friendship with that person. Then I'm afraid 'tis not a friend at all.